Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.


James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren't visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

He smiled and licked his lips before walking over to his dresser. The top three drawers were all his suits for his job as an accountant but the bottom four drawers were filled with women's clothing. He selected a flannel button up and slowly buttoned it over the bra and then he slid some short, denim shorts that rode only on his waist and finally, some cowboy boots with two inch heels were placed onto his feet. He grabbed his purse and his white cowboy hat before stepping out of his dressing room and into the hallway of the theatre. He walked down it and stepped onto the stage and into the spotlights.

"Ladies and Gentleman, may I present the gorgeous Lady Jasmine" came the announcer's voice as he walked to the center of the stage and all the men wolf whistled at him while their wives just glared at him. They had no idea that he was a cross dresser and he made sure they never did. He grabbed the microphone from its stand and began to sing "America the Beautiful" in his natural high pitched voice. He had always attributed his obsession with dressing up in women's clothing to the fact that he talked and sang in a female voice. It was how he was born and it was how he made money. But no one wanted to hear a woman voiced man but they certainly wanted to hear a woman voiced woman so that's what he gave them.

Once he finished singing he walked off stage and the show began. That was all James was paid to do. Go out and start the show with "America the Beautiful" and then walk off and let the real professionals sing their songs.

He went back into his dressing room and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler. He had just unscrewed the top when his door swung open and a man walked in. He was tall, dark skinned, and was wearing an expensive suit.

"Little miss, that was some quality singing" the man said as he stepped in.

"Thank you, sir but I must ask you to leave. This is restricted area" James replied and turned his back to the man. Suddenly, black hands snaked around James and grabbed his waist and spun him around. Before James could say anything, the man suddenly connected lips with James, his tongue driving itself deep into James mouth. James tried to fight him off but the man was holding him tight. James felt the man's tongue writhing around in his mouth and tried to keep it from going down his throat. Sure, James was a cross dresser but he wasn't gay. He had a girlfriend and everything who completely understood why he had to do what he did and she respected him.

The man finally pulled away from James and James began sputtering but the man suddenly grabbed the collar of James' shirt and ripped it off him, the buttons flying everywhere. James slapped the man in the face and stumbled backwards, tripping over his chair at his makeup table. He fell backwards and slammed into the ground, watching in horror as the balloon on his left pec popped out of the bra and rolled across the floor.

The man stared at James, anger flashing across his face. "You're a man?!?" he sputtered. James got himself up onto his feet and slowly nodded at the man.

"Sorry" James replied, feeling embarrassed at standing in front of another man wearing women's clothes and only one "breast" in. The man just stared at him, anger growing until he lunged out and tackled James back to the ground. He picked up the chair and swung it down, hitting James in the face and knocking him unconscious.


THE CHANGE

The first thing James realized when he woke up was the chains holding him a spread eagle in the air. The ground was a good foot beneath his feet and the chains were tight enough that James couldn't budge any of his limbs. The next thing he noticed was that he was as naked as the day he was born. His wig and costume were gone. There was a light above him, illuminating the bound, naked man but the rest of the room was pitch black.

"Mr. James Miller. 26. Lives at 45 Hartrock Road, Las Vegas" a voice boomed through the room and James recognized it as the voice of the man in the dressing room.

"What do you want with me?" James asked, noting the fear slipping into his voice.

"Why, I want you, darling. You believe in love at first sight? Well I do and when you stepped onto that stage, I felt it. You were my true love but then, I discover that you were a guy. You had everyone fooled with your voice and your actions and your body. Well, unfortunately for you, it was your look that I fell in love with and I am a very wealthy man. You see, I have a doctor friend who does plastic surgery and he has been looking for someone to test his new machine and when I knocked you out back at that theatre, I realized we could kill two birds with one stone." James suddenly became even more frightened and tried even harder to free himself. The lights came up, illuminating the room in florescent light and James realized he was surrounded by machinery.

The man from the theatre was sitting in a chair across the room and next to him sat another man. He was a tiny, old, white man wearing a white lab coat. "Mr. Miller, may I present Dr. Cryer. Doc, he's all yours. Just don't forget my requests."

"Of course, Keith" and with that the man walked out, leaving James alone with the doctor. The doctor injected something into James butt cheek and James felt his body grow limp. He was removed from the chains and laid down on a metal operating table. He walked over to James and began inspecting him. "Fortunately for me, you've kept your body almost devoid of all hair. Other than you head which means all I have to do is make sure the hair doesn't grow back again." The man grabbed a wand looking object from a table and brought it to James's leg. Sparks flew off it, hitting James' skin. James cried out in pain as he felt the wand run up and down both his legs. It was especially painful when the shocks hit his genitals. All of James' hair, even his brow and eyelashes, were removed and soon, James was bare as a baby and in a lot of pain.

The doctor rolled the table into this huge machine and then stepped out. He closed the door and the machine began to hum ominously. James tried to move his hands but they felt like they were miles away from him. He watched in horror as two suction cup looking things lowered onto each pectoral muscle and clamped down onto them. It felt like millions of needles were poked into his skin, like little bug bites. The cups began shaking and John screamed as something was squirted into his skin through each little needle. He watched, dumbfounded, and the cups slowly rose off his chest and soon, they were six inches above his chest. Underneath them were what looked like 34F breasts and they were part of James' body now. He screamed in pain as his skin stretched but by some miracle, it didn't rip. The cups stopped shaking and slowly lifted off what were now James' breasts. The mounds of flesh bounced down and swayed to each side. James could no longer see the rest of his body. A lone cup slid down and attached itself to James' genital area. He winced in pain as his penis was pushed into his body and some sort of layer was placed over it, effectively hiding his penis and testicles. The cup rose and the door swung open.

Dr. Cryer walked up to James' now nutra-gendered private region and cut a hole in the gel like material. "This hole will allow someone to have sex with you like they would a woman and also allow urine to flow out so you can go to the bathroom. However, like the woman you are slowly becoming, you will have to sit down in order to do that. Your breasts are filled with a fat-like gel that I've created and will react like normal women's breasts. Now, I am told to give you bigger ass cheeks so I must flip you over. I am sorry if this causes any pain to your new pair of udders" The doc said and gently flipped James over, putting pressure on his still sore what-were-now-breasts. Cryer once again exited the machine and the cups lowered and attached themselves to each of James ass cheeks. Once again the needles entered his skin and pumped the gel-like material but the extent of the growth James couldn't see. The doctor walked in after the machine stopped and the cups retreated upwards "Now, I must do some work to your head." James tried to tear up but he still had no control over his body.

The doctor wheeled him back into the main room and grabbed a small needle. "This needle is filled with the same gel like material and I will be inserting it into your lips and make them puffier and more lady like" and he did just that. He also made small corrections to his cheeks and nose before setting the needle back down.

"Finally, for your hair. Your new owner ordered me to put this on you" the doctor said and he held up the wig that was part of James' costume from the theatre. James watched as the doctor layered in some sort of paste and carefully placed it onto James' head. He could immediately feel the glue attaching it to his head and realized that everything that had been done to make him look exactly like his stage persona, Jasmine and when the doctor slid a mirror above James, he realized that that was exactly who he looked like. The breasts looked completely natural, as did his new vagina. The wig, of course, looked perfect and his face looked sort of the same as his previous self, but with some slight differences. This stranger had successfully changed him into a woman convincing enough for even James to become convinced that the person in the reflection was a woman.

"My part is done but your new owner has brought some else in to work on you" the doctor said, admiring his work and James realized that he had called the stranger his "owner". He realized that he was now property but then realized that he had been the whole time. This man had essentially taken possession of him and changed him into what he wanted her to become.

The doctor left the room and James was left in silence for a couple minutes before the door opened again and in walked a huge, muscular man. He had tattoos all over his body and piercings everywhere. James began to get worried when he saw the cart the man was pushing. The man set up his equipment next to the table and took out a piece of paper.

"Pinnas, lobes, right nostril, and nipples" the man mumbled and James looked on as the man pulled out a piercer and brought it up to James' ear. A thunk sound was heard as three holes were made at the top of James' ear and two were created on the lobes. Little hoops were placed through the pinna piercings and studs were slid into his lobes. The same was done on the other side and a stud was placed in James' nostril. Each thunk brought more pain to James but he began to get used to the pain...at least until the gun was brought to his right nipple. James began to fight it but it was too late and soon a gold hoop was hanging through his nipple of his huge right breast. The same was done to the left one and James breathed an inward sigh of relief as the man put the piercing gun away.

This was short lived as he felt himself flipped over and his now molested breasts were flat on the cold table, the weight of his body pushing down on his assaulted nipples. His head was twisted to face the man and he gulped as a tattoo gun was brought out. The man immediately went to work on placing some ink right on James' lower back. Five minutes later, the man got up and left the room, silently as he had come, and once again James was alone.

It was an hour of him lying on his breasts before he finally could move his body. Ten minutes after that, James felt well enough to get up and try walking around the room. It was weird at first to have breasts and ass cheeks bouncing with each step but his legs swung a lot easier now. Blonde hair kept swinging into his view. He walked over to the mirror and turned around, trying to see what was now permanently inked on his body.

Above his reformed booty, which was now almost three times bigger than it had been, in huge, pink and purple letters and in flowy script, was the word Jasmine with a little purple flower next to it. That wasn't so bad but underneath that in big, red block letters were the words "KEITH'S LITTLE BITCH".

The door suddenly opened and a bag was thrown onto the ground. James picked it up and emptied it. There were red panties, a red, see-through bra, a mini skirt and white shirt. James put them on and was confused to see that the panties had a hole in the back. His nipples with their accessories were clearly visible through both the white shirt and the red bra and half his ass cheeks were visible under the skirt. The door opened again and something was thrown in. James' picked it up and saw that it was a dog collar with a black tag that had in red letters "SLUT". He turned and faced the mirror again and slowly brought the collar up to his neck. The closer it got, the more James realized that with the click of the collar being placed, he was resigning himself to his new role. He thought about his girlfriend who he would never see again, his parents who he disappointed and would now be disrespecting them even more, even the theatre manager who was always there to help him with his big secret. James began tearing up as he looped the collar around his neck and clicked it shut.

The door swung open and in walked the man who did this to him, who he had guessed was named Keith. Keith smiled at him and he walked up and locked lips with James once again. James knew what he had to do and soon their tongues were wrapped around each other. They French kissed for what seemed like forever but when they broke, James was embarrassed to realize that he wanted it to last longer.

"Here, take this pill" Keith ordered him, taking a blue pill, a white one, and a slightly pink one out of his shirt pocket. James obediently took it out of his hand and swallowed them whole. "That was an experimental pill to help you become a woman mentally and physically quicker. It is a double dose of estrogen essentially. Soon you will be behaving like the little bitch you have become. Now, get down on your knees!"

James crawled onto his hands and knees and was stunned when a leash was attached to the collar around his neck. Keith took something else out of his pocket that James didn't get a good look at and so the surprise was huge when something was fed through the hole in the panties and into James' butthole. James grunted in pain as the dildo was slid farther into James rectum and it was soon five inches in. James turned his head and saw a long, hairy tail leading out from under his skirt and he realized that he had become this sick man's little pet. Keith began walking towards the door and James crawled after him, his knees scraping the ground, his palms slapping the ground, his breasts swinging side to side, his tail winging with each movement of his legs. He shamefully walked into a doctors waiting room filled with women waiting to get nose jobs and didn't even have to look up to see the stunned looks on their faces.

He was lead into a hallway and into an elevator filled with small children who had just gotten flu shots or something and their parents quickly covered their eyes as they entered it. "Lay" Keith ordered and James reluctantly laid down on the floor of the elevator, the carpet providing a soft area for his body to lie. One man in the elevator read the tattoo and began laughing, commenting to Keith "She's a well-trained bitch, how long have you had her?" and Keith replied "Just got him." The man bent down and looked at James for a second and then gave James' owner a puzzled look before the elevator arrived and we exited.

He made James crawl through the lobby, down the steps, and through the parking lot on his hands and knees before they arrived at his SUV. He opened the trunk and ordered James "Up" and James crawled into the trunk of the SUV. There, he found a dog bed and slowly crawled into it. Keith unleashed James and then closed the door and went into the driver's seat. He started the car and the two of them headed onto the main street.

"Take off all your clothes except for the panties and toss them up here" Keith yelled back and James did that. He then curled up in a little ball wearing nothing but red, lacy panties and a dog tail shoved into his enormous butt, with a manmade vagina underneath those panties hiding his actual penis, huge breasts with hoops in them, big, luscious lips and roundish cheeks, with a blonde wig permanently attached to his head, wondering what's in store for him now and, embarrassingly enough, a craving for sex with the one man who had done this to him. But one thing was for sure. He had better get used to his new role or he would enter a new world of pain.


THE WEDDING

The woman now known as Jasmine watched as the neon lights of Vegas flew past the window as she laid curled in the dog bed in the back of Keith's SUV. The man was now her owner and he had shown his authority by parading her through a busy hospital filled with children like a show dog. In her curled position, she could feel her still-new breasts rubbing against her thighs, which had grown a little with the added "junk in the trunk". Blonde hair was stuck to her face by the tears that were running down her feminine cheeks.

She was crying a little due to the intruder that now stuffed her anal passage, but also because somewhere in the past 12 hours, she was a cross-dressing male singer who had a steady gig at one of the casinos and now she was some rich guys little bitch and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she could escape, she would still have 34F breasts and a gel covering that hid her penis from view and made her look like she was actually born with a vagina. Then there was the tramp stamp, the nipple piercings, the nose piercing, and the five piercings that lined each of her ears. No, her life was changed forever and she better get used to her new one.

Her owner was telling her something and that brought her out of her revere. "I said, are you hungry?" Jasmine realized she hadn't eaten in what felt like days and slowly nodded her head. The SUV pulled into a parking garage and went to the very top floor, which was pretty deserted. Keith climbed out and opened the back door to allow Jasmine to crawl out and onto the concrete below. He clipped the leash on her collar and led the practically naked woman to a light post where he wrapped the leash around it and tied it off before walking back to the car. "If you need to go to the bathroom, do it now" he ordered and Jasmine began looking for an area to urinate.

She figured she might as well give Keith what he wanted and lifted one leg and urinated out of her vagina for the first time. It was actually a lot easier that she thought it would be and soon the pole was drenched in piss. Keith smiled at her and lowered a pink dog dish down in front of her. Jasmine crawled over to it and examined it. It was dog food but she was so hungry she cautiously took a bite of it. It tasted disgusting but there was no knowing when she would get fed again so she ate it all up and she got a pat on the ass as a compliment. "You will only get fed twice a day. The rest of your nourishment will be from cum."

Then, she suddenly felt relief as her dog tail was ripped out of her anal cavity and she stared up at her owner confused. "You won't need that where we're going but don't worry, it will be back afterwards" and Jasmine was embarrassed to realize that she felt incomplete without it and looked forward to having it back in her ass. She needed to defecate and proceeded to do so next to the pole.

"Alright, now climb back into the backseat of the car and you will find your new outfit. Put it on" Keith ordered her as she was released from the leash and she ran on her hands and knees and climbed back into the SUV without hesitation. Keith got behind the wheel and drove back into the main streets.

There, in her bed, was a skimpy, mostly see through white dress, some white stockings with garters, some white stiletto heels and a veil. Jasmine realized immediately what was about to happen but she still put the clothes on and soon she was ready for her Las Vegas wedding. The dress only reached mid-thigh and the cut of the neckline ended at her pierced belly button ring. Her nipples, ass cheeks, and tattoo were visible through the transparent material and her breasts were completely visible with every little move she made. She also found a makeup kit with a note that read "Look slutty" so she painted her lips strawberry pink and put on heavy red rouge and think eyelashes.

Even though it wasn't how she imagined, she thought "I'm only gonna get married once. I better please my fiancée" as she did this. She always imagined she'd get married in a church, wearing a black tux, and kissing his bride but now, it looked like she'd be wearing little to nothing, marrying a man who ruined her life in a Vegas wedding chapel. Keith didn't disappoint.

They pulled into the parking lot of "Wedding Chapel of Love" and they walked into the building arm in arm; Keith excited for all the possibilities he could do and Jasmine excited to finally be able to walk on two legs, even if it was in ridiculously high heels.

Thirty minutes later, Jasmine was waiting at the end of the aisle, ready to walk it when she looked around the crowd siting in the seats. She recognized Dr. Cryer and the guy who did her piercings and tattoo but the rest were unknown to her. The wedding march began and she walked down the aisle alone, not even once thinking about how she just missed the perfect opportunity to run for it.

Elvis provided the nuptials and before she could even think about it, Jasmine found herself kissing her husband. However, unlike a normal wedding, she was then taken to the tattoo artist who took out a tiny tattoo pen and carefully drew a wedding ring around her ring finger of her left hand and he began to dry it by blowing on it. Five minutes later, she was back in the SUV, looking at the ring that was now etched into her skin. She was now Keith's bitch and wife and soon realized she didn't even know what her last name was.

"So, now that we're married, what's my last name?" Jasmine asked.

"Your name is technically Jasmine Peters but no one will ever call you that ever again. And those are the last words you will ever speak. From now on, the only sound you can make is a grunt or a bark. Got it" and Jasmine gave a little bark in response. "Good. Now take off all your clothes and get back into your bed." Jasmine removed every stitch of clothing she had on and returned to the bed. The window rolled down and Keith yelled back "Hang your upper body out the window as we drive." Jasmine crawled to the open window and stuck her naked body out into the chilling night, desert air that rushed past the car. Her hair flew in the wind and she feared that her wig would fly off but it didn't.

The SUV slowed to a stop at a red light and Jasmine watched as a homeless man walked up to the car and began pulling on her nipple rings. Each tug sent spasms of pain through her body but she relented and even smiled at the man while he enjoyed her new body. After what seemed like the longest red light ever, the car took off again and the air rushed past her body once again.

They finally stopped in the parking lot of a seedy looking motel and Keith just opened the door and grabbed her. He led her still nude body into the office and he went about renting a room. The manager's gaze never left her and seemed reluctant to let Keith take her to the room he rented. Keith led her to the room and tossed her onto the bed. He quickly took off all his clothes and pounced onto her. He aimed his extremely large penis at her vagina and watched as a look of horror passed over his newlyweds face. With a grunt, he slid his 12 inch cock right into her unnatural vagina and quickly pumped in and out of it and Jasmine began to get into it when she realized that with each thrust, she was getting more and more aroused and her penis grew underneath the gel vagina. After two agonizing minutes, finally Keith's penis erupted with cum and filled her up. She tried then exploded herself and soon, their cum was mixing in her vagina.

Without thinking, Jasmine kissed Keith and the two of them spooned for a little before they both felt ready for another go. This time, Keith put his penis at the hole of her butt and then waited. Finally, she almost yelled "Stick it in there, honey" but remembered the rule so she instead gave a long wolf howl as she shoved her whole body onto the cock. The dog tail dildo stretched it a little but Keith's penis spread the hole two times bigger and he began humping her backside as she kept screaming for more. He came in deep in her ass and slowly slid out.

"Clean it bitch" he ordered and Jasmine slid down his body and began sucking his dick, not even once considering what she was doing. She was his and she secretly wanted to fill every hold of her body with his semen. He grabbed her head and slowly pumped her head onto his cock, each time his dick slid halfway down her throat and soon he shoved his cock out of her mouth and came for the third and last time. Cum shot all over her face and chest. He stared down at her and patted her head before slipping back into his clothes. He turned to look at her and saw cum all over her body, cum leaking out of the hole in the vagina and onto the blanket. The look on her face was that of wanting and her eyes were locked on the area of his pants that hid his penis.

"Stay" he ordered and stepped out into the night air. Jasmine looked down at herself, suddenly becoming ashamed of who she had become. She had given up all together and had accepted that she would never be the man she used to be. This final act had signed the deal on it and she found that she didn't mind it. Sure, it wasn't what she wanted initially but somehow, in the three hours since they left the hospital, and maybe while she was in there, her entire thought process had changed. She had become exactly what was tattooed on her lower back. Jasmine: Keith's Bitch. And she was content. She knew that most of what she was going to end up doing would be bad but it was who she was. Little did she know how far she would end up going.


HOME, SWEET HOME

Keith walked back into the motel room holding a bag in each hand. Jasmine was still sitting in a puddle of cum on the bed." Now put these on" Keith yelled, throwing one of the bags at Jasmine. Jasmine caught the bag and emptied it. Inside was a latex catsuit with holes for her breasts to hang out of, a tiny hole over her asshole, and one for her vagina. The rest of Jasmine's body was covered in tight latex that showed off every curve in her body. Then came a headband with ears and she put it on her head and pinned it to her hair. Last came the tail and Jasmine realized that she'd have to put it in herself. She reached it back and shoved it in through the hole in the latex. This time, the tail went a whole inch deeper into her rectum. Once she was done, she looked up at Keith and waited.

Keith then opened the other bag and pulled out a penis gag and a muzzle. He shoved the gag into Jasmine's mouth and shoved it halfway down her throat. He put the muzzle on her and it ended three inches in front of her face and covered her face from her chin to her nose, effectively trapping the gag and completing the dog-look in one swoop. Next two pairs of handcuffs with long chains in between and he clamped them onto her ankles and wrists and added a chain in between them, effectively making it where she couldn't get up on two feet, not like she even wanted too. Keith then shoved a dildo into the vagina and Jasmine had to squeeze her muscles to keep it from falling out. Then, the leash was attached and she was lead over to the mirror.

In the mirror was as close to a dog as a woman could come. She had dog ears and a muzzle; her breasts were hanging down through the black latex that coated her body except for where her tail was coming out of. Finally, a posture collar was placed but this was a special one. It locked Jasmines head almost perpendicular to the rest of her body and she found that she couldn't look down at the ground anymore. Her entire body had become the shape of a dog and there was nothing she could do about it. Keith pulled on the leash and led her out into the world.

The sun was just rising on the city of Las Vegas as Keith led his prize pup to the SUV. He was feeling really proud of himself. He had transformed a young man into the woman he now had crawling next to him on the ground, just begging to please him. He helped her into the back of the car and they set off towards the strip.

"We're going home" he told her as they pulled into a parking garage underneath a hotel right on the strip. He parked in a reserved spot and let his pet out of the backseat. He walked her into the elevator room and he hit the call button. Jasmine instinctively curled up at his feet while they waited for the elevator to arrive. Once it did, they walked into it and Keith swiped a keycard through a reader and the button for penthouse lit up. The elevator shot straight up and in 30 seconds they were getting off the elevator on the 34th floor.

"Welcome home, honey" he told her as the doors opened. The room was huge. There was a huge dining table in the center of the room with ten chairs at it. The entire wall opposite the elevator was windows and Jasmine could see the strip below them. On one side of the room was a full size kitchen and on the other was a fireplace with big screen television above it. A large couch was facing it and jasmine saw a dog bed set up in front of the hearth. The walls were lined with bookcases filled with books, leaving space only for two doors. Keith unhooked the leash from her collar and took off her muzzle, gag, tail, and latex suit, transforming her back into a naked woman but Jasmine knew better than to stand up. Keith looked at her and then walked over to the kitchen. Jasmine massaged her jaw. He took out a can of dog food and opened it. Jasmine's stomach growled and she crawled over to him and waited at his heels. He emptied the meat chunks into a pink dog dish and set it on the ground. Jasmine shoved her face into it and ate it greedily. Keith just chuckled and waited for her to finish eating. When she had licked the bowl clean, he picked it up and casually began cleaning it in the sink. Jasmine crawled over to the dog bed and looked at it.

There was a red, bone shaped chew toy and jasmine realized that it would be a good way to massage her sore jaw. She curled up in the bed and began gnawing at the plastic. Soon, Keith whistled as he walked to one of the doors and opened it. Jasmine got up and walked into the room. It was a full bathroom complete with whirlpool and walk in shower. There was a toilet and then next to that was litter box. "I know you're a dog but you can use that anyway" Keith told her and she nodded. He just stared at her and she understood what he wanted. She crawled into the sand and urinated and defecated in it and when she was done, she covered it with sand. Keith smiled at her and took a dog treat from his pocket and fed it to her. "Good bitch" he patronized her but she scarfed it down all the same and then followed him out of the bathroom.

They went into the other room and Jasmine saw that it was a bedroom. A huge king sized bed was against one wall but she saw immediately that she wouldn't be sleeping in it. She would be sleeping in the giant dog crate next to the bed. It was made of evil looking metal bars but at least Keith had put another dog bed in it. "We're going out tonight so I suggest you catch some shut eye" he told her and she crawled into the cage. He swung the gate shut behind her and locked it with a small padlock. Keith fed her another dog treat before leaving the bedroom, turning the light out as he left.

Jasmine shifted in hopes of making the cage a little bigger but she knew she'd soon get used to her new sleeping arrangement. She thought about how her life would be for the rest of her life. She would forever have to use a litter box like her toilet; whenever she went out, she'd probably be dressed in some revealing or embarrassing outfit; she would eat nothing but dog food and cum; she'd be raped probably daily. She began tearing up as she listened to Keith calmly order something from Room service. She heard him flip the television on as if she didn't have a man who he changed into a woman locked in a cage in his bedroom. Jasmine was sad to realize that as much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn't bring herself to actually feel that way. There was a ding as the elevator doors opened and the smell of pizza filled the penthouse. Even though she had just eaten, her stomach growled. She lowered her head and fell asleep.


THE TRIP

At around 6:30, Jasmine was awaken by the sound of the can opener. A couple seconds later, the bedroom door opened and Keith released her from her cage and she crawled as fast as she could to the pink dog dish. After she finished eating it, Keith whistled from the bathroom. Jasmine crawled inside and saw that he had filled the bathtub with soapy water. Keith picked her up and unceremoniously threw her into the cool water. He shoved her head under a bunch before he squirted dog shampoo into his hands and ran them all across her body, stopping to grope her breasts and ass and finger each of her holes... He dunked her five more times and then finally allowed her out of the tub. "Shake yourself dry" he told her and she shook her whole body, her breasts shaking from one side to the other. After a minute of doing that he finally finished drying her off with a towel before leading her back to the bedroom. There, on the bed was a short, black dress. "Put it on" and she did. The cut went below her breasts and, like her wedding dress, whenever she moved one or both of her huge knockers were revealed. If one looked even a little bit closer to her vagina, they could see it as she walked. Keith grabbed her by her armpits and lifted her onto two feet. She swayed a bit but soon managed to steady herself.

Keith held out her daily Estrogen pill and she swallowed it. She could already feel its effects. She could swear that her penis had already begun to shrink underneath the vagina mold and she was become sex-crazed and couldn't stop thinking about penises. That pill must be something because she had never even considered looking at another person's penis and now she was hungry for one and the luscious cream that they provided.

Keith handed her some high heels and she recognized them as the ones she wore at her wedding. She slipped them on and her outfit was completed with a purse. Then they walked out to the SUV and Jasmine got to ride in the front seat. They drove back into Las Vegas and Jasmine soon realized that they were pulling into the Valet line of the hotel where her show was at. Keith pulled up and a valet attendant escorted the beautiful woman out of the car and then went off to park the car. The couple walked through the casino and up to the box office of the theatre.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Peters. I rented the box" Keith told the lady and she handed him the tickets. Jasmine remembered that the theatre had a box, sort of like one at a baseball stadium but this was for either VIPs at the hotel or big spenders. "Thank you. Oh, and we want to enjoy the show so we ask to not be disturbed at all throughout the show" and the lady nodded. Jasmine looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the show was going to start in 5 minutes. They took the executive elevator to the box and Jasmine was dismayed to see that it was empty.

"Take off your clothes" Keith ordered once the elevator doors slid shut. Jasmine took off the clothes and was now standing in the room with her naked body on display. She no longer felt any embarrassment at being in places naked and she had even gone and convinced herself that this was what she wanted.

Keith grabbed a bottle of complimentary champagne before choosing a seat and sitting down. He took off his pants and his boxers his pants and Jasmine watched as his huge penis sprang out and pointed straight up as he ordered Jasmine "Sit on it". Jasmine walked over and fed the tip through the pussy lips and sat down on it. It immediately filled her up and she shifted a little to make it a bit more comfortable. She felt like it was pushing her stomach up. Keith reached his hand and grasped her breasts and began groping them like a mad man. Jasmine grew more and more horny and she began to bounce a little on Keith's lap.

She bounced like that the entire first act, not even paying attention to what was happening on stage. It was taking all her concentration not to explode into an earth shattering orgasm. She soon realized she couldn't hold in and opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy when Keith forced his hand over her mouth. Her scream was muffled by his hand but there was nothing holding in her explosion of cum. It coated her thighs and Keith's. When she was done, Keith lifted her off of and threw her onto the floor. "Clean it" he told her and she understood what he meant. She grabbed his dick and shoved it deep into her mouth but was surprised when his penis suddenly spasmed and semen flew down her throat. She tried to swallow it all but most of it spewed out her mouth and coated her chin and breasts in sticky cum. He smiled at her and shoved her off his cock. She fell backwards and began choking on the salty taste in her mouth. Keith stood up and grabbed a towel by the ice bucket and cleaned the rest of himself up.

Jasmine looked at him expectantly and was dismayed when he redressed, grabbed the remaining towel and her dress and got into the elevator. "Stay and clean yourself up" he told her as the doors slid shut. She looked down at her body and saw that cum was still pouring out of her cunt. She scooped a handful up in her hand and began eating it. When she felt like she had gotten it all, she turned her attention to her breasts. They were big enough for her to easily bring them up to her mouth and she licked them clean, noting how aroused her nipples were.

When she finished, she curled up in a ball on the carpet floor and waited for her master to return. He walked in right as the intermission began and he said, "If you don't mind, I missed the second act the last time I was here" he told her as he sat back down and Jasmine crawled over and laid at his feet whole he watched the rest of the show.

When the final curtain dropped, Keith handed her dress again and she once again put it on. Once the shoes were one, they left the box and joined the rest of the theatre goers as they left the theatre. Keith's hand slipped under her tiny dress and stuck his finger in her butt causing her to squeak a little and begin walking more upright. He took her to the valet booth and they waited for the attendant to get their car. The entire wait, he began sliding his finger in and out of her ass and when the SUV pulled up, He stuck his finger in her mouth and she sucked it clean. They climbed into the front seat and drove off.

Jasmine only got to ride in the passenger seat for about three minutes when they pulled into the parking lot of a club called "The Dog and Pony Show". They climbed out and Keith handed her latex suit, collar, muzzle and gag, ears, and tail. She changed into them right there in the parking lot and soon she was being led on her hands and knees through the doors of the club.

From the outside it seemed like a normal club but the inside was like a vet's office. Keith signed Jasmine up and her leash was taken by another man and she was led into a huge room filled with people dressed like animals. There were a lot of cats and a couple dogs but it was the rest of the outfits that interested her. There was a really fat woman wearing a grey latex-suit and had a trunk and big floppy ears attached to her head. Next to her was a zebra who wore a striped suit and had a muzzle like Jasmine's only longer. She also had a saddle on her back and blinders on her eyes. And it wasn't just women. Two men dressed in full-body catsuits were licking themselves and another man dressed like a dog became interested in Jasmine.

He came over to her and began sniffing her. He suddenly pounced on her backside and his exposed penis slammed into her vagina. The man grabbed her shoulders and humped her until her came in her vagina. He was about to leave when Jasmine crawled under him and cleaned his cock for him. He smiled at her and Jasmine felt like this guy really understood her. She nuzzled his neck and soon, the two of them began rubbing their bodies against each other. They had sex one more time before they got tired. They just curled up where they were and they laid there, his penis still in her vagina.

Another male dog walked up and her friend gave him the death glare and the other dog slowly backed up. "Roscoe" came a shout and her partner jumped to his feet and ran towards who Jasmine figured was his owner. It was a woman and Jasmine thought that that made sense. Jasmine's owner was standing behind her and she ran over and the two dogs got leashed at the same time. Roscoe looked at her before his leash was pulled and he was gone. Jasmine tried to follow him but she was yanked back.

"Looks like you made a friend. Maybe we could organize a play date for you two" Keith told her and Jasmine got excited at the chance to see Roscoe again. He was her first true connection ever since she was changed and she liked being with him. Keith led her out to the SUV and drove them home. It was about 1:30 in the morning when they stepped into the penthouse Keith helped her take her equipment off and then he grabbed a beer out of the fridge while she went and relieved herself in the litter box. When she finished, she cleaned her area and then went to her bed by the fire and dozed off as Keith watched some adult movie. He woke her up at 3 and the two of them went to sleep; him in his soft cushy bed and her locked in her cage, dreaming of Roscoe.


HABITS FORM

Keith decided that the next day would be a pretty calm one and Keith showed her a treadmill he had in a room off the bedroom. She crawled onto it and practiced crawling on her hands and knees for an hour while Keith lifted weights. After that, they had breakfast and Jasmine took her pill. They then measured her breasts and found that they had grown due to the pills. They were now 15Gs and Jasmine began to worry about how much bigger they would get. Her penis also felt like it had all but disappeared and when Keith looked into the hole, he commented that it looked just like a woman's clit now. With those two effects, Keith decided that they would do two more sessions of pills before they stopped.

Keith then went to watch a college football game and he gave Jasmine some pink permanent nail polish and Jasmine entertained herself by painting each of her nails and letting them dry. Jasmine also began checking out her ear piercings and decided that she actually liked the looked they provided for her look. The nose stud looked good also and even the nipple rings weren't that unattractive anymore. When the game was over, Keith played tug of war with Jasmine and then they went and had sex in his bed. After she sucked his cock clean, Keith went and ordered some more supplies for her.

"You want a ball to chase?" he asked her and she barked in agreement. He tossed her a treat and Jasmine caught it midair in her mouth. After they ate dinner and Jasmine took her last estrogen pill, Keith decided they should go to a park so that Jasmine could play in the mud and enjoy the outdoors. By that time it was 11 o'clock at night so they went to a little golf course out in the desert and Keith threw a Frisbee and Jasmine chased after it. He didn't make her wear the muzzle but she wore all her other clothes. At midnight, Keith and Jasmine stripped naked and they skinny dipped in the lake and made love in the water.

They drove home and they went to sleep. Keith didn't lock the cage that night and halfway through the night, Jasmine crawled onto the foot of the bed. As she laid there, she began thinking about what had happened to her. She was actually sort of glad of what happened. Her girlfriend never truly liked her and she had always felt like she was living a lie, conforming to what everyone else wanted. She didn't look or sound like a man and so she had to dress like a woman to even be considered. Now, here she was, a human being owned by another human being and she no longer felt like she had to please anyone else ever. She had found a role that she enjoyed and she would enjoy it for the rest of her happy life. She smiled as she closed her eyes and she was soon asleep, dreaming of her owner and Roscoe and she was happy.